Best Agoraphobic Poems
Watcher
from the barren trees of winter
to the golden warmth of autumn leaves
I am but a forlorn watcher
gazing through a window
afraid to venture out
yet allowing myself to imagine
nature’s beauty
be they lonely country roads
or cities bustling with people
an agoraphobic woman, I retreat from both
participation eludes me
as I stare at the world outside
wary of mingling with nature or society
still dreaming of how my life might change
if I could but open the door
but I remain a watcher
trapped inside my home
waiting for an invitation
from a friendly stranger
who will open his arms to me
*Written May 14, 2014
A stubborn old Taurus
I wish I was a tortoise
To live life at a reasonable pace
But more on topic
I'm agoraphobic
I could go out never leaving my place
05.05.18
Viv Wigley
I wish I was a - Poetry Contest
IVF
Times without number
That’s as far as one could remember
Or better still conjecture
At this end of this ocean we stood, at the edge
Aghast at the tardiness of virility
Invisible except for its vivid physiognomy
That swirled and rolled and spent itself
In a recurring recuperation of empathy
Till rains agoraphobic arrived
As a successful ‘in vitro’ in the glass sky
A sodden blast of breeze scattering a mound of leaves
Breathing into the fertile insides
Slick in fermentation
Sticking to sticky bloodied life.
9 Mar 13
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Entry for Rick Parise's contest
For PD's 'Freeverse contest' now on 13 mar 13
Setting sun
Splash of burgundy paan-spit
and the paterfamilias nodding off
pink filial freeness
silhouetted against a crimson feel- flare
(or was it orange flair or even purple fair)
symbiotic exchanges
slapstick sequences
elfin hemlines and tarty décolletages
catching agoraphobic impulses
homing…
04 aug 13
For Charlotte's contest
Humble,
Rudimentary,
Comfortable clutter to abate fears of agoraphobic stumbles,
A 4x4 white-washed landscape provides the perfect artistic study.
Claustrophobic,
Artificial,
The clean floors become lava so I've practiced my aerobics,
Ugh my artistic inspiration is siphoned by this unfortunately accurate description, an obstinate mockery of my work, look at it sitting there all pompous yet still so superficial.
Blank canvas,
Infinite utensils,
Every little "mess" perfectly fills settles in its stanza,
Of graceful brushstrokes and triumphant crescendos to form my easel.
Insufferable antithesis,
Genocidal doctrine,
Insidiously contagious and unbearably loquacious,
Infecting homes content in their mediocrity and ensembles' sheik rebellious fashion.
A standoff at high noon,
Between libertarian creativity and authoritarian germophobia,
Both sides claiming a fair fight between equal rivals yet they both undermine each other through sabotage and flaunt their charm like geisha,
Who shall I choose?
Eh, I'll figure it out in the morning.
Technology's necessity, without it we would die, it's
fascinating really how computers run our lives,
the tapping of the keyboard and the clicking of the
mouse, it's gotten so that folks don't even have to
leave the house.
The world's right at our fingertips and there's no way
around, the fact that all you need is just a debit card
account,
to pay for what you wish, your items may get freely
shipped, you may get really gipped but I aint really
sayin spit,
I'll change it up a bit, now ev'rybody lose your mind, I
don't mean goin crazy just expand it and refine,
imagine you're agoraphobic, scared to go outside,
computers then present a slight resemblance of a
life.
The script rotates with ease I flip it 45 degrees, you
got the shady ones out there that steal identities,
bring fam'lies to their knees, absconding quick with
50 Gs, a scam that's ran leaves both the check and
save stash hittin E.
They're also in the mobile phones, there're no more
phones at home, no cordless in the kitchen only
touch screen mobile tones,
that come with email, news and weather packaged
up in foam, remember when we knew our peoples'
numbers from the dome?
I stand up self admittedly absorbed in techno-lust,
it's fright'ning if you ponder, it could all end with a
touch,
of just a button, maybe 2, a maze of 82, Verizon's the
horizon so we're really praising who?
The media in print is by the wayside, take a look,
we'll move a cursor but won't flip the pages in a book,
on that aspect I'm old school up unitl I d-i-e, you'll
always find a paper or a hardback right by me.
The future's in the hands of those who strive to make
it more, than being slaves to microchips like
Terminator 4,
there will be no salvation when the Ipads mess us
up, Steve Jobs is worshipped more than God,
beware of techno-lust.
My head won't stop! It's going to pop,
Trying to figure out what's right & what's not
I want him to have a perfect life,
Perfect woman, perfect wife
He choose me to be her, not someone else or some other!
But I'm scared I can't be what he deserves
I'm an agoraphobic pyscho, no backbone, no nerves!
I can't even leave past the front door, he needs someone else that can give him his wants & more
I've let him down so many times, stuck in this prison I call my mind! He wants out, I want in, no dates, no days out, no meals nothing
How can happiness be made without these things
I hate to talk to anyone, I could just sit silent for all the time to come
But surely he can't survive like that, explaining his fiancé is a gutless ****!!
I've tried so hard to push it away, to go out my comfort zone at least once a day
But the voices inside me have made it too hard, to even think of outside nearly stops my heart
I wish I could be the me that I was, the me who was strong, the me who was boss!!!
But that person has faded away, she hides in the places I can't find every day, she hides from me and everyone else, she hides from reality and stays by herself!
How much more can my boys take? Watching me bend, then seeing me break, how much more can I put them through, knowing it hurts me but must kill you, watching defenceless as I self implode knowing if you try to help I will explode!!!! I'm sorry to you all for being me, I wish I wasn't, I wish you all were free, I know your love is what keeps you here, I wish It didn't, I wish you were free!!!!!!!
Well I'm a bit agoraphobic so I stay at home for my aerobics but it's not good for my dome to play alone in a silence cone so I faced my fear but that outpaced my cheer since I also chased my fear of flying which induced my fear of dying, so my aerophobia produced my necrophobia and in rolled the storm which truth be told isn't out of norm but in regular form here I am seeing strobic lightning while I'm fleeing in astraphobic frenzy frightening so much so I hid inside a cupboard and cried until my eyes were blurred but then a thought occurred that's not absurd but I began to feel microbic since I am real claustrophobic so back outside toward the trees but dendrophobia brought me to my knees so eyes squeeze shut, to ease my queasy gut and I stand uneasy only to fall to my butt and manage to fall into a hole so not only am I trypophobic but in there with me is a roe buck brought up my elafiphobia and I snuck out but he fought out and caught up in the muck and folks, he was a big one so as he reared up guess what flared up, major megalophobia spell and I beg ya, you have no idea, hell, the worst of it all was this curse not so small, not even racing, buck chasing, out of control, falling in holes, making blunders during thunder, wish I could shrink down to a mouse and be back in my little house as the worst of the worst, bubble burst, first on this wicked list of these hard to say, wish they'd go away, overdrawn, ridiculously LONG named phobias, is Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia, iconically ironic cruel kind of jewel, fit for this hypochondriac fool.
It’s hard to say that I’d never be this
Way if I were to run from the way I
Search for all the answers I always miss.
I could just let go and let the world pass by.
Living life a bit agoraphobic.
Maybe playing it cool, just over look
It. Living life a bit apathetic.
But I have to look for what has been took.
Why did the life go from the one I love?
What happened to the light I always seek?
What happened to peace that flies like a dove?
Why are people in masses always meek?
I could be nice and never think twice, but
I am always going to ask, “why,” “but.”
Technology's
necessity, without it
we would die, it's
fascinating really
how computers run
our lives,
the tapping of the
keyboard and the
clicking of the
mouse, it's gotten
so that folks don't
even have to leave
the house.
The world's right at
our fingertips and
there's no way
around, the fact that
all you need is just
a debit card
account,
to pay for what you
wish, your items
may get freely
shipped, you may
get really gipped
but I aint really
sayin spit,
I'll change it up a
bit, now ev'rybody
lose your mind, I
don't mean goin
crazy just expand it
and refine,
imagine you're
agoraphobic,
scared to go
outside, computers
then present a
slight resemblance
of a life.
The script rotates
with ease I flip it 45
degrees, you got
the shady ones out
there that steal
identities,
bring fam'lies to
their knees,
absconding quick
with 50 Gs, a scam
that's ran leaves
both the check and
save accounts on E
(mpty).
They're also in the
mobile phones,
there're no more
phones at home, no
cordless in the
kitchen only touch
screen mobile
tones,
that come with
email, news and
weather packaged
up in foam,
remember when we
knew our peoples'
numbers from the
dome?
I stand up self
admittedly
absorbed in techno-
lust, it's fright'ning if
you ponder, it could
all end with a touch,
of just a button,
maybe 2, a maze of
82, Verizon's the
horizon so we're
really praising who?
The media in print
is by the wayside,
take a look, we'll
move a cursor but
won't flip the pages
in a book,
on that aspect I'm
old school up unitl I
d-i-e, you'll always
find a paper or a
hardback right by
me.
The future's in the
hands of those who
strive to make it
more, than being
slaves to
microchips like
Terminator 4,
there will be no
salvation when the
Ipads mess us up,
Steve Jobs (R.I.P.)
is worshipped more
than God, beware of
techno-lust.
Forever will their alacrity to commit development and success
To our country remain in our remembrance
Lets ajar the curtains of the world of the dead
To plead for their unfinished visions into our palms
Salutations of mountain Everest
Won't suffice their required respects
Their agog to feel and fondle success in their country is aggrieved
By their limited life span
Their names is being mention even in the world of the fishes
And the forest of apes
Poverty and under-development are agoraphobic in their midst
Their legacy of good vision and selfless attitude is crown king
Their pictures remain in our views
Our motherland will hail loud their names around the globe
Beneath and above the earth
Their works are kept in the book of forever-remembering
They are the printed footsteps of the past
My lifeline was severed,
I scream but no one hears.
No communication, no oxygen.
My god, I’m going to die out here,
doomed to float around
in black nothingness,
prisoner of my fears,
agoraphobic and claustrophobic,
until my brain shuts down.
And my killer watches.
My lifeline was severed,
I scream but no one hea...
I awoke in a half dead state.
Senses crippled with no thoughts.
I lay alone, in an empty space.
The nothingness lasts until I peel open my eyes.
Without warning bursts of light pierce my soul as the colours in my world overflow.
That empty state was live and new, a brilliant sight that slowly grew.
I throw open my door, and my senses are assaulted with life.
A spectrum of sounds and a swirl of smells collide.
I can feel the world, as I stand in my doorway.
A bleak existence that now has meaning.
I can feel.
The warmth of the sun beats down.
The gentle touch of the wind exhilarates me.
I am lost in time, with no need to find my way.
I can see the leaves on the trees flitter.
The windows of the cars flicker with reflected light.
I dare myself, and close my eyes, leaving the beautiful sensations.
All I can do is breath, and now I feel alive.
I fall back, and land on the grass.
With eyes closed I feel the hundreds of blades, fresh, and new.
I can feel, and I am alive.
Alex Gladu
A Feeling of Hope
Forgive my thoughts unstoppable
Feeling wrong is natural as bone
Don't overthink the morning with doubt
The voice of God is in shameful thoughts
Forgive packing oily lunch for my son
Accept the dreaded work familiar
Sit down in the corner when it’s done
The sinful little things are exhausting
Accept rather than control who I am
But acceptance without change is hard
Accept I’m guilty down to my DNA
Must I embrace this strange redemption?
My son has left his home for another
Start smoking when the house empties
My sins return to me with every inhale
Trust doubting is as natural as cancer
I’m a failed agoraphobic father
Lessons learned are re-cleansed on repeat
See my shortcomings through a child’s eye
Faltering is natural to a crippled mind
My guilt mocks me reaching for forgiveness
Says I have two left feet while others dance
God reminds me embarrassment has no shame
Rescue is patient even for the handicapped
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Psalms 32:5
Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the LORD.” And you forgave the guilt of my sin.
knock knock
who's there
tax collector
knock knock
who's there
tax collector
knock knock
knock knock
knock knock
tax collector
shhh maybe
he'll go away
(later that day
too agoraphobic
to go out and
play came
another rapping
almost rasping
upon my
chamber door)
knock knock
knock knock
knock knock
(a voice using
a bullhorn sighed
then said) i
know you're in
there
(no subtlety
has Death)